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European Model Cage-fight and Sexfight Association: Season 2 Mandy D vs Sara C
Sara had insisted on driving to the rocky desert Spanish plains for a death match against her Romanian rival, Mandy. F1, Foxy Corp's first, biggest, and most faceless android with sunglasses and no expressions ever had been willing and wanting to drive. Sara had chosen him as her Foxy Corp protection to ensure no funny business or permanent death – not that Sara thought she was going to lose again so soon. She had recently been bested by Megan Fox in a hot and sexy battle with Bianca Juicy running EMCASA like an evil queen lately. The EMCASA crowd wasn't going to be present for this fight, but F1, and the bot Mandy had selected, Robert, would be filming everything through their eyes and possible other devices too. The black sleek Foxy Corp Sedan had been a nice ride, and Sara had driven wild and crazy at times on purpose. She had already injected herself with the new O-drop serum before getting in the car in order to try it out and see how her body reacted to stress and adrenaline on it. F1 had filmed Sara injecting herself then, and her body would still register the full dose if tested again even though she had been storing and using some serum energy already.
The trim fan favorite Romanian sexfighter, Sara, parked the Sedan. Sara was extremely horny on the O-drop serum supplied by the MFL for this test match, and this was the serum that made you brittle and a hair's breadth away from death after ejaculating. The lap belt between Sara's breasts had been uncomfortable and titillating the entire drive. She was happy to unbelt, but proud of herself for practicing and pushing that limit. Sara normally had straight brown hair, but since her last healing her hair had been styled wavy and dirty blonde. Sara looked in the rear view mirror, seeing Mandy and Robert's rental car far in the distance. Sara puckered her lips. Her kissers were very full and sexy. Despite the AC on full blast, Sara's body was still very warm. Even wearing no bra under her top, Sara's breasts were very round, shapely, and large. Sara had a nice tan and the sunlight through the window alone had put a puddle of sweat into her cleavage. Sara was known for being kinky, experimental, adaptable, resilient, and strong. She wasn't known for a big bust or flaunting her rack all the time like Mandy or other women did; yet Sara was well endowed today. She didn't think it was a result of the O-drop serum as she had noticed this after her last healing. Sara wondered if the Assistant from the MFL had gotten in on her last healing since he was in the country vacationing with his semi-powered platinum blonde girlfriend, Jess. He was the Ass Man, but he liked tits too and messing with chicks. It was not out of the ordinary especially in the MFL where humans rather than bots executed healings and resurrections that one's body could have some pretty drastic unintentional changes when being released and sent back into the fighting scene.
F1 had been a boring but stable companion for the drive. He and Sara exited the car. Sara wore a low cut black short sleeved crop top with white polka dots. The top was tied tight just under her bosoms in a knot. Her black skirt with white polka dots matched her top. Her panties matched but in reverse with white straps and cloth and black polka dots. Sara kicked off her sandals as she and Mandy had agreed to fight barefoot. Mandy had chosen Robert as her Foxy Corp android security. EMCASA didn't really trust the Assistant very much and there was a new healer guy on the scene named Hudy as well who was very mysterious. Sara had just heard a little bit about Hudy on the way to the fight by F1, who complimented the relatively unknown MFL healer here for being precise and near robotic in performing healing duties clean and error free.
The Assistant was a male model. He was shirtless with excellent musculature and had perfect teeth. He had his bimbo cosplay loving trophy girl on his arm, but she was the dom in their relationship, much to his disliking in public. They were both freaks in the sack and in the healing center as rumors went; eager to fuck, orgy, and gangbang any fresh fighting meat or anyone that seemed new or exciting. Jess Nigri wore some ridiculously skimpy outfit with more useless cloth used to accessorize than to cover her body. Her tits had always looked so fake to Sara, but at least her crazy personality didn't seem forced. Jess and the Assistant ogled Sara in her short skirt with her trim tummy, full lips, and sizable knockers. They stood far away from Hudy who was dressed almost as nicely as F1 who always wore a suit. Jess and the Ass Man wore sunglasses, but Hudy did not. He had piercing green eyes, salt and pepper colored short hair, was clean shaven, and rather lean with a suit jacket over his shoulder and an unbuttoned dress shirt and floral print tie hanging loose from his broad shoulders. He introduced himself to Sara briefly and deferentially as if he knew she was on serum already. He was a perfectly polite diplomat at all times.
“You can trust their will be no foul play with me around and F1 and Robert,” Hudy said. “I don't suspect that you or Mandy really want to end the other permanently anyway, but we can never be too careful. Drugs and serum can change one's brain. I won't go into case histories, Galina... you know.”
Sara nodded and fanned herself. Jess glared at Hudy, but then stuck out her tongue and said, “I may kill you Hudy Delight, and rip all your limbs and dick off for the vultures if you don't play along with what me and my perverted boyfriend want.”
“You're more perverted than me sometimes, babe,” the Ass Man said, lowering his shades to check out Sara's rack.
“You are a wild card, Jess,” Hudy said. He slowly raised his hand from his blue suit pants pocket to reveal a purple Shadow Metal crystal. Jess flinched. That was essentially Kryptonite to her and would keep her on her best behavior. Hudy said, “I trust you both, but the extra layer of protection was requested top down, and you never know if or when a powered fighter could appear unexpected out of nowhere.” Jess and the Assistant laughed. No one had really expected them to show up in Spain in the first place. The fact that Assistant wasn't acting overly macho or combative to Hudy meant that this man was pretty important to the MFL or that he was just easily and well liked.
The sex toys F1 laid out on the ground were few and far between. The new strap-on dildos that felt like real attachments to the user and stimulated her private area with each touch to the plastic penis part were all that were available and part of the match stipulation with the O-drop serum. The sex toys were called Fuso's with the 'so' for strap on and 'fu' for futanari as in women depicted with penises. This was going to be a hard combination to work with, but Sara was confident in her self restraint and discipline. She would fuck Mandy with a Fuso after beating her senseless, and if she came, she would do it right before killing Mandy. Mandy had no self control. Mandy had caused a fuss in the EMCASA house picking Delia's boyfriend cyborg Robert as her security for this match. Robert had eyes for Mandy and a few other women, and Mandy was a showy slut. Sara would've bet the house that Mandy hadn't touched the O-drop serum yet and was trying to give Robert road head while he drove and engaging in sexual shenanigans in the car even though Robert was filming it all. Most of the EMCASA's Chosen and Megan loyal group wanted little to do with O-drop serum right now. Bianca Juicy had just beaten Mandy so to speak in a bullshit fight where explosives stole the win from Mandy. Sara had some of the same mentorship and guidance with jujitsu and bone breaking techniques as Mandy through sexy pop star and fighter Antonia Iacobescu. Antonia and Ozana were an on again off again item. Sara wouldn't have minded Antonia and or Ozana to be her security for this fight and prizes for fucking after defeating Mandy.
Robert drove very slowly. He parked, turned the car off, and got out of the driver's seat without realizing that his fly was unzipped. Hudy alerted him in a private and discreet whisper. Robert, the buff bearded man who had been turned part bot with important and company damning memories erased by Foxy Corp, flushed as he zipped up and batted down his boner. Mandy wore a black lacy top with ruffled lining along the collar at her cleavage and upper abs. The thin short sleeved garment had shoulder pads for shape, but Mandy wore no bra, and her breasts looked big and juicy as usual. Mandy's long hair was a strawberry brown today, resting to the sides of her bouncing hooters. Mandy was all smiles, wearing rose rimmed sunglasses with big angular lenses and a black sunhat tilted back. Mandy tried to pull up her drooping pants above her hips, but she was short with no bubble butt. Mandy's white and black vertically striped pants looked a little loose. She took a syringe of serum out of her pocket, and surprisingly injected herself right in the ass. Mandy's black thong panties straps could be seen on her skin until she pulled up her pants again, and this time the pants sat snug on her expanded hips, nearly covering her navel. Mandy's pants were so tight and practically as see through as paper now. Robert took the spent syringe and Mandy tried to throw herself on him and kiss him. He backed off quickly. Mandy pouted and turned to face Sara.
“Now, this is a rush, Sara!” Mandy said, grinning. “Out here all alone with experimental serum, the mystery man, strong sexy vulnerable Robert, and the psychopaths who might just fuck the loser, kill the rest and leave us all out here for dead.”
“It's not that serious,” Hudy said. “There are many safety measures in place.”
“Don't be a buzz kill, new guy!” Mandy shouted. “you know Sara, he kind of reminds me of my old fling, Bert. I wonder how he and UFSO are doing in the states. It makes me want to live, and break all your bones before cumming in your dick sucking lips!”
“That's rich knowing what you tried with Robert in the car,” Sara said. “You'll never last on the O-drop serum. It will be my pleasure to show you how it's done.”
“I did not let her,” Robert began. “We um... I'm trying to be good to Delia.”
“You two bitches are gamey and crazy for trying this,” Jess said. “I like it! I'm horny.” The Assistant crowded closer. “Not for you now!” Jess lashed out. The Ass Man flinched and shuffled away.
“You never know when serum formulas may change for good or when you might get a different type of serum with someone messing with you,” Mandy said. “Sara and I will be ahead of the curve for learning the O-drop. I'm going to drop you, Sara... hard... and... your tits look great. You copycat bitch, trying to be me and be busty and blonde!” Mandy threw the first punch.
The blonde, Sara, was feeling ready to battle. The way Mandy moved her legs awkwardly to punch as if she didn't want to chance a wedgie, meant that she was struggling to adapt to the serum. Sara parried Mandy's punch. Sara stepped back and kicked Mandy right in the side of the head. Sara had proven that her legs and kicks could be extreme assets with her fighting before, and this first blow to Mandy sent the top heavy tramp tumbling onto her butt. Mandy's sunglasses glasses broke and fell off, and her hat soared off her dome from the kick and a gust of wind. Mandy already had a small cut near her eyebrow. She put her arms back as she sat, creating small dust clouds on the hard ground around her.
“If you want to keep rushing in, it's your funeral,” Sara said. “I had wanted a good fight.”
“Don't give me that shit, Sara!” Mandy spat. “I'm not always second fiddle to you!”
“Shut up and get a hold of yourself real quick,” Sara said, watching Mandy's eyes dart, her chest heave, and pores sweat profusely. Sara tried to untie her top, but ended up just ripping the black and white polka dotted crop top off her bodacious body. Sara stood topless with her chest puffed out with pride as she would have any other day. It just so happened that today she had a little more weight and size to her breasts than she was accustomed to. Jess and the Assistant cheered and gave perverted commentary that RoboMic would've loved.
“That's it, you fucking show off,” Mandy grumbled, scrambling to her feet. As expected, Mandy reached for Sara's naked chest. Sara slapped Mandy's wrist down hard. Mandy partially blocked Sara's punch with her other hand. The redhead was so curious and jealous. She got in a quick cup and grope of Sara's melons, allowing Sara to propel her patella into Mandy's navel. Mandy's soft stomach cratered. She gasped, sputtered, and bent over, flailing and shrieking wildly. Her arm thwacked into Sara's collar. Mandy kneed Sara in the hip and crashed her other arm against Sara's chest. Sara snagged hold of Mandy's wrist. The two Romanians punched one another in the face at the same time. Sara's lips were like pads against Mandy's knuckles, but the hit still knocked her head back. Sara's fist gave Mandy a nose bleed. Crimson slopped onto the racks of the combatants. With Mandy reeling, Sara slammed an elbow down, obliterating a shoulder pad in Mandy's black top. Mandy yelped, hunching over, and carrying her arm at an awkward angle as jerked it away from Sara. Sara punched the other shoulder pad out of the shirt and then delivered a fierce uppercut. The big bosoms of the redhead in the striped pants tempered the attack that bore up eventually into her chin. Mandy's big tits had flopped out of the top, and she looked slow, drooling.
The sexy vixen in the skirt, Sara, sidled behind her red haired foe. She blocked an elbow thrust from Mandy and ensnared her opponent's arm. Sara pulled Mandy's arm up and back so Mandy's bicep would cut across her own throat tightly. Sara hung onto Mandy, grabbing up from the bitch's sideboob and armpit and over the shoulder. Sara's warm breasts pressed into Mandy's sun kissed back just above the neckline of Mandy's lacy black top. Mandy's booty bumped into Sara's crotch. Sara kneed Mandy in the spine and stomped Mandy's calf. Mandy's ass hit the dirt. She yelped. Her big jugs jiggled. Sara tried to choke Mandy out and break her arm at the same time, but it was too early in the fight to be able to that all together or either on its own. Mandy's arms were in the air as her legs kicking frantically to try and sit. Sara stopped holding one of Mandy's wrists so tight in order to rake her nails over Mandy's chest. Sara had no trouble stripping and ripping off Mandy's top. Mandy remained still, looking shocked. Her nipples were erect. She worried that the little lactate budding might go with the O-drop serum to doom her quickly. Also, banging her butt on the ground led to her crotch vibrating and getting a wedgie. Mandy was all together too horny and breathless.
The topless blonde babe, Sara, dropped down onto her hindquarters herself. She wrapped a leg around Mandy's neck and stretched arms. Sara let one arm go. Mandy gurgled; pale and azure in the cheeks. POP! Sara dislocated Mandy's arm at the shoulder joint. Mandy grimaced and shook like crazy. She swatted Sara's ass and clawed the thigh until she was able to push closer to Sara's pussy. Mandy choked and gasped, making dust clouds fly up into Sara's face from rustling about and flipping side to side. Mandy's milky breasts took damage from all that flopping and the hard ground. The busty redhead put holes in her pants, and loosened them again while getting free from the choke hold. She toppled Sara over onto her side. The blonde in the skirt had strands of Mandy's hair in her hand and some of Mandy's blood, sweat, and spit over her chest and torso. Mandy's thong straps, butt crack, and hip dimples could be seen with her on her knees. Mandy's naked knockers dangled and appeared to drag the dusty dirt below. She popped her shoulder back in place with a grimace, and then looked to trampoline herself to her feet by slamming her chest down.
The Romanian hotties bearing their chests in the barren Spanish plains stood up at about the same time. Mandy still couldn't get over the size of Sara's chest. She couldn't stop staring at Sara's tits. Mandy lunged forward and laced her fingers with Sara. Their hands clasped above their heads and their exquisite bodies moved closer, grappling. Mandy banged her battered, bruised, and bleeding breasts up into Sara's underboobs. Sara tried to knee Mandy in the belly, but the shorter fighter blocked with her thigh. Mandy's shoulder ligaments could be heard stretching and perhaps tearing as Sara began to take over the grapple. Mandy moaned, gasping for breath. She got on her tiptoes to be nipple to nipple with Sara and to bang their melons together. Their warm orbs collided and jostled for position and superiority. Sara's chest was a lot firmer than Mandy's. The titfight billowed and flattened the breasts of the abused broad in the pants. Sara's knee was at Mandy's crotch, teasing there. Sara whipped Mandy's arm down, pinning it against Mandy's squashed sideboob. Sara was now ready to obliterate Mandy's squishy parts with knees, to lift and throw her foe, or to completely ruin her some other way.
“Ngh!” Mandy moaned. “NOO!! Sara!” Mandy hugged Sara tight. There was no room between them. Mandy turned her head to lock lips with Sara. Mandy would not be Sara's first choice for mate, sparring partner, or fling, but the kiss was good and passionate enough to make Sara hesitate attacking. Mandy also got her hand up under Sara's skirt and to the better fighter's panties. “MMM,” Mandy cooed, forced to pull away with Sara's resistance. A strand of long saliva hung from their mouths. Mandy tried to suck it all in, but some splashed onto her heaving and reshaping chest, barely not touching Sara's. Mandy added, “Your lips are so full and moist and kissable.” Mandy squealed as Sara put them into a grapple again with their arms high. “More of this!” Mandy demanded, ramming her hooters into Sara's tits.
“Don't make yourself cum too soon,” Sara taunted, finally using her breasts as weapons titfighting. Sara released the clear advantage she had over Mandy's arms and rocketed a right hook into Mandy's nipple. The boob sank in and resonated from the blow. Flesh rippled. Mandy whimpered. She threw her hair over her shoulder and then slung her fun bags into Sara's chest. Mandy made their bosoms bang side to side like a metronome and then waited for Sara to strike back. A simple but effective chest bump made Mandy falter and feel inferior. Sara swelled her upper body with pride. Mandy swung a left hook into Sara's succulent udder. Sara grit her teeth. Mandy wanted to hug, grope, and kiss, but Sara socked Mandy in the gut. Sara said, “You can't match me hit for hit.” She shoved her buckled enemy.
“How about tit for tit?!” The Assistant said with a smarmy smile. Jess socked him in the pecs.
After shaking off the stomach pain, Mandy cupped her own knockers. They hurt and tingled, but Mandy still wanted to use them. She shook her head and tried to pull up her drooping pants. She had to settle for pulling up on her thong straps. The breeze blew Sara's skirt just enough for Mandy to get a glimpse of panties as she threw a punch. Mandy hit Sara in the abs, and Sara barely budged. Sara's return punch to Mandy did a number. The darker haired Romanian, Mandy, whined and held her midsection, spitting up blood. Sara playfully smacked Mandy's cheek with her hand. Mandy stepped back and then kicked Sara hard in the ribs. Sara cursed, frowned, and use her excellent kickboxing form to stomp her foot into Mandy's mandible.
Globs of blood slopped from Mandy's agape jaw. She fell backwards flailing and looking like a tormented harlot with her pants too risque and falling down. Her naked fat chest sacks flopped about. The back of Mandy's head with the bumper of the rental car Robert had driven. Mandy sat in the dust and dirt dazed. Sara loped over on long sexy legs. She slammed her heel down at Mandy's terrified eyes. Mandy dodged enough that Sara struck the bumper, breaking it loose from the rest of the vehicle. The trunk popped open because of this. Mandy scrambled to get away, but got kicked in the armpit and collar. Mandy yelped, trying to tackle and claw Sara to no avail.
“Get in there, bitch!” Sara said, hoisting Mandy off her feet and chucking her into the trunk of the car. Mandy grabbed Sara's nipple and tried to pull and keep hold. Her fingers were too sweaty. Sara pulled the trunk down. The bar and metal roof of the trunk hit Mandy in the head, taking a bloody chunk off her cranium. Mandy's strawberry brown hair now had a lot more red in it. Mandy threw a punch and tried to climb out. Sara slammed the trunk again, injuring Mandy's arm further. The trunk was not going to close right. Mandy climbed onto Sara. Mandy's leg got caught on the trunk bar, nearly closing the trunk. Sara lifted Mandy and body slammed her atop the broken trunk of the car. Mandy's back arched. She was in a big moment to be destroyed or to summon the will to fight back, and she did the latter. Mandy kicked into Sara's side and scooted her ass up to the back windshield, leaving sweaty and dirty booty prints on the glass. Mandy kicked into Sara's mouth and kissers, drawing some scarlet. Mandy then crouched, ready to jump onto Sara for a cross body slam.
Sara was not one to allow a big hit to paralyze her long. Sara jumped up at Mandy and swatted her adversary's foot upward. With other pushing motions, Sara upended and flipped Mandy. The busty redhead plopped onto the roof of the car, denting it, and rolled down the front windshield. The glass cracked. Mandy's back hit the hood of the car and then she tumbled once more landing on her front in the dirt; totally dizzied and winded. Sara raced around the car, pressing her advantage. Mandy gasped and sputtered, hearing Sara's steps and seeing the dust fly. Mandy threw her body against the car to try and get up. Sara grabbed Mandy by the thong, giving the redhead a massive wedgie. Sara pulled and crashed Mandy's head and face into the side mirror, breaking it off from the car. Sara chucked Mandy like a piece of trash and waited for the dust to settle.
“Ugh,” Mandy groaned. “You're... getting... tired? … So... hard... I'm so... horny. ...”
“Get up and lose with honor,” Sara said.
“Kiss, touch, and wrestle down here,” Mandy suggested. Sara shook her head and stomped Mandy's ankle. Mandy screamed and sat upright. Sara opened the car door smashing and denting it into Mandy's head and face. Mandy went down again, looking well beaten and a little gruesome in the face by now. Sara kicked the car door shut and pulled Mandy up by the hair. The way Sara gripped Mandy looked and felt erotic as hell. Sara then shoved Mandy headfirst for the driver's side window. Mandy emitted a high pitched wail of protest. Mandy's head clanked and cracked the glass. One more shove crashed and shattered the redhead through, slicing up Mandy's breasts and body. Mandy looked at the jagged pieces of glass near her torso with wet and red watering eyes. Mandy cried, “NOO!!!” But Sara didn't care. Sara shoved and shook Mandy, smacking Mandy's ass, and trying to push her into the glass peril.
Mandy had little options left. She kicked at Sara and dove into the car. Mandy's adrenaline was high. She got to sit in the driver's seat, fumbling to feel that Robert had left the keys in the ignition of the car. Sara punched and kicked out what little bits of glass were left, splintering them into shards that hit Mandy's lacerated body. Sara grabbed for Mandy's hair and tried to punch her in the face. Mandy turned the car keys. The engine of the car came to life. Mandy put the car in reverse and slammed her heel down on the gas pedal. There was a CRUNCH! And a bump going backwards in the car. Sara had tried to back away, but her foot had been pancaked by the car. Mandy pulled on the ebrake. The car came to a rough stop and Mandy's sexy body was flung at the seat and then into the steering wheel.
“Are you going to fight me in a car?!” Sara asked, limping towards the vehicle. The horn of the car blared and Mandy didn't move. The little serum energy Mandy had was healing some serious cuts and wounds near her ribs, belly, and kidneys. “You can't drive or run away from me,” Sara said. “What?! Are you all out of energy now, bitch?!” Sara looked in at her rival. She opened the door and flung Mandy onto the ground. That stopped the car horn from sounding. Sara tried to daintily step out of her panties, but she had too much anger and strength for that. She was able to not snap the straps. Sara bent over and shoved her panties into Mandy's mouth. Mandy nummied on the drawers like a baby. It was easy for Sara to tear through the crotch part of Mandy's striped pants and the black thong panties all in a few swipes. Both ladies were ready for the sex part of the sexfight and Sara was in commanding control. F1 stood near Sara offering a Fuso. She snatched it from him and secured the curling soft plastic to her private area. She put the straps around her waist and the plastic that had been like an elephant's trunk now stiffened, hardened, and stood straight up under her skirt.
“Are you sure you don't just want to win now?!” F1 asked. Sara shook her head and shooed him away with a hand. Sara's panties fell from Mandy's mouth. Sara stomped Mandy's black and blue belly. Mandy cried out in anguish. Sara lifted Mandy under the arms. Mandy stroked Sara's Fuso dick with her head and face lost and smothering in Sara's cleavage. Mandy sure knew how to touch a dong. Sara couldn't let Mandy use that experience or expertise against her. A well placed fingering and rough handling of Mandy spun the topless redhead around. Sara held onto Mandy's wrist and entered her rival down low from behind. Sara was not going to be able to humiliate Mandy with several doggy style thrusts or anal, but she did break Mandy's arm and wrist before slamming her knee bone into Mandy's vertebrae. Mandy's back curled. Her eyes rolled and looked white and defeated. Mandy was so intent on repressing her orgasm that she couldn't stop her nipples from leaking milk. Sara pushed Mandy off her knee and then Sara was drawn magnetically to touch the Fuso. It was slightly different motions, but masturbating with the Fuso seemed to be a similar if not heightened insanely pleasurable feeling and experience. Sara stood over Mandy, who was clearly ready to be a sub now. Mandy put her lips over and around the mushroom cap head of the Fuso. Sara ran her hands and nails through Mandy's hair, feeling bumps, blood, and welts. Then Sara shoved Mandy to the ground.
“We're both just about done,” Sara said, feeling ready to release sexually with her victory. Sara scissored Mandy and fucked her missionary style a few pumps. Then Sara transitioned to an off shoot of the figure four leg lock to bring more pain to her rival. Mandy cried and writhed, but it was too late. Sara took her time enjoying and breaking both of Mandy's legs. SNAP! Crack. Crack! CRUNCH!!
“AHHH!!” Mandy screamed. “NOOO!!! It hurts!! Bitch!” Mandy sat up and hugged Sara's leg in a futile attempt to not be brutally murdered now.
“Now for your neck,” Sara said.
But Mandy grabbed Sara down low. Mandy's hands got between the Fuso and Sara's vulva lips. Mandy was equally good with her hands stimulating a woman. Mandy bent her head to perform cunnilingus with her crooked and blood soaked pants and legs looking set at very wrong angles. Sara pushed Mandy away, but the Fuso ended up between Mandy's tits, with the redhead holding on for dear life. Mandy stroked the Fuso and licked the tip. She pressed her warm soft bosoms against the rod, shaking flesh all up and down the very sensitive pleasure stick attached to Sara's most sexual area. Sara never would have thought it would be necessary to attack with her own life on the line in this situation. It was just a bad blow job and some titty fucking from a desperate whore, but the touch and sensations were not something Sara was accustomed to feeling like this, and it all felt amazing. Mandy's pussy had definitely been more threatening to make Sara cum, but Mandy had full control with the paizuri here, and Sara couldn't get away. Mandy looked so submissive and like she'd lost anyway. The Fuso trembled in all its hardness against Mandy's soft orbs. Mandy tongued around the tip and Sara tried to grab Mandy's hands. She broke one of Mandy's fingers, but Mandy pressed her tits together harder, sandwiching the Fuso so much that Sara couldn't repress the surge of female ejaculation. Sara creamed all over Mandy's face. The topless blonde in the skirt blushed. Her back straightened. Mandy fell over wiping cum off herself and grinning. Sara went completely rigid.
The real winner of the fight so to speak, Sara, uttered a final curse before falling over completely brittle and needing all the energy possible just to be able to move again. It was like dehydration, paralysis, and death were upon her to the max. Mandy crawled over the top of Sara and put her in a headlock. Mandy had little to no energy left either. Sara was pissed off to have her defenseless face smothered in Mandy's breasts which were covered in Sara's own seminal fluids. SNAP! Mandy broke Sara's neck and then both bodies flopped into the dirt.
“I made you fuck me so good,” Mandy said, “I ended up winning.”
“Are you going to be a bunch of cock blocks, you bots and wimpy dude, or can Jess and I fuck these rag dolled Romanian sluts?” The Assistant asked.
“They need to be healed,” Hudy said. “Once I have finished that and they are out of my care, I can't pretend to have power or authority over you two.”
“They'll be taken to EMCASA restoration chambers,” Robert said, flexing a bicep and stroking his beard. “So sorry Jess and Ass Man, but not really.”
Mandy's mind spun. She wanted an orgy MFL style, but Robert and the other guy were sticking up for her like knights in shining armor. Mandy touched herself. She was so close to Sara and still much too horny. She came too, so even if she had wanted to call out for Jess and the Assistant to ravage her, Mandy lost her voice and her will to do anything other than black out.
